***I am back in America, but these are the blogs that I began before I left Kenya this summer. I tried to remember everything that happened, but let's face it, I'm getting old...***
It's been a while since my last post, so I will try to bring you up to speed. I am super excited to share that I have over 1,200 views on my blog. This may not seem like a big deal, but that means that people heard about the work being done here in Kenya over 1,000 times. Thank you for reading and for sharing what God is doing!






The next day we had church. Kara taught Sunday school and did an amazing job! She taught about creation and had leaves for all of the kids to place under a piece of paper to do a crayon impression. During the church service we sang a special with Gertrude. She taught us a song during our Swahili class on Friday and we all went up there in front of the church and sang. It's a beautiful song and we had fun singing it! After church, the girls (Julie, Brittany, Kara, and myself) went over to Margaret's house. Margaret is one of the young ladies at our church that we've gotten to know a little bit. She invited us to her house for lunch and to teach us how to make chapatis. Chapatis are like delicious flour tortillas, only a little fluffier. This was one of my favorite moments in Kenya. Being invited into someone's home to learn different things about their culture is such an honor. As we approached the door and took off our shoes, I happened to look up above the door frame. There, suspended from the wall, was a spider, about 4 or 5 inches long. I tried not to freak out as we walked under it to go into the house. When we asked Margaret about this later she told us that the spiders ate the other bugs, so they were good and didn't bite. Yeah, right. We just kept our distance and our eyes on the spider. First, she made us sandwiches. We weren't sure what kind of sandwiches these were, so we gave simple compliments. Kara, one of the sweetest people I've ever met in my entire life, was extremely appreciative and asked what kind of sandwich is was. Margaret simply said "butter." We've since laughed about this moment as we reflected on our buttered bread and what a big deal we made over it. After lunch and meeting her family, we learned how to make the chapatis. She brought out her little hot box to begin cooking. We boiled water and mixed it with the flour. Margaret was mixing this with her hands like it was no big deal, so Julie wanted to try. This is when we all learned that African women's hand are much tougher than our dainty little American hands. We all got a chance to roll out the dough and make our chapatis. Ours weren't as good as Margaret's, but we were proud none the less.
We had to get in bed early because the next day we were going to experience something none of us would ever forget. Public Transportation. I don't know what it is about 4AM, but James loves leaving the house before the sun comes out. He had gone into town Sunday to buy us some bus tickets. Clayton will be moving to Kenya next summer to begin Farming God's Way, a program that helps teach people about Biblical farming principles. In order to be as influential as possible, he needs to go to a Swahili language school. Our bus trip was to a prospective language school in Tanzania. We had to make it all the way to Mombasa to catch our bus before 7AM. Driving in the dark is such a scary thing because you can't really see all of the people that are walking or riding their bicycles in the street. It's really scary at 4:30 in the morning, but we made it to Mombasa on time. We boarded our charter bus and began our trip, but then stopped about 15 minutes later. We were told that we had to get off the bus to cross the ferry. Mombasa is a little island city, so crossing the ferry is something thousands of people have to do every day since Mombasa is the second largest city in Kenya. Problem is, we didn't know where we were supposed to go after we got to the other side to get back to our bus. This didn't stop us. We got off the bus and headed toward the crowd, and I do mean crowd. There were tons of people flocking toward the ferry. At one point we had to wait for the gates to open and while we were waiting a man began preaching in swahili. We were trying to make out what he was saying, but then the crowd began moving again. After the short little ride, we made it to the other side, but we still had no idea where we were going. This is one of those moments that you realize just how far out of your home culture you really are. Luckily, we found some other people that we recognized from our bus and followed them through the crowded marketplace and down the street to a gas station where the attendant wanted to charge us to go to the bathroom. We waited there on the corner for a little while with the rest of the people from our bus. Finally the bus arrived and we boarded for our trip across the border.

At the border, we were a little unsure of the process, but we were guided by some helpful people. Since we were American, we had to go to a different line where they charged us double for a multiple entry visa. We weren't expecting to pay that much, so we all had to scrounge around our bags for some American money. After a little skirmish over our money not looking real, we FINALLY got everything squared away and were able to get back on the bus to continue our journey. It's interesting to see America from the outside. We are so rich from everyone else's point of view. It's true, though. There are so many things we take for granted in the States. Just having this computer to type on is a huge deal. Anyway, we traveled for a few more hours to Tanga. Tanga isn't where the language school is, but that's where the guy that sold us our bus tickets told us we had to stop and buy another one to where we needed to go. That would have been fine if he had been right. So there we were with no tickets and no way to get new ones because we were no where near the bus station. Praise God for a little man who helped James figure out what we were really supposed to do. He even held up the entire trip to take us to the bus station to get new tickets. James rode on a piki piki (motorcycle) through the streets of Tanga to get to the station, while the rest of us followed behind on the charter bus. God was truly showing how awesome He is throughout this trip.

After getting the correct tickets, we found out that we needed to get off at a little city called Chalinze where we would then need to board a dala dala (a van) to go another hour west to the little Language School. That is also where we would need to return to in order to catch the big charter bus back to Mombasa. So we did as we were told and the same nice young fellow that helped us earlier helped us find a dala dala that would take us right to the school. We watched the sun set as we rode on the last leg of our journey. Exhausted, we finally got to the language school, which looked deserted. We found the dining hall where the person in charge gave us our room keys. We settled in before grabbing a bite to eat in the dining hall. I can't remember exactly what we ate, but I do remember it being interesting. We got to chat with some current students about the classes and about where they were from. After dinner we met for a little bit to read through our book. It was quite an exhausting day.



We did have to cross over the border again, and we weren't quite sure if they were going to stop and charge us for anything. Surprisingly, it went very smoothly, and we were on our way to Mombasa. Once we got close to Mombasa, the traffic was so back up that we decided just to get off the bus and walk. We made it back across the ferry and found a Nakumatt (like Walmart). While we were there, we ran into a couple of our missionary friends who were actually buying stuff to come to our house the next day for the Fourth of July. We had Pizza Inn for dinner before piling (all 7 of us and the driver) into a tiny tuk tuk to go to the bus station to catch a matatu back to Malindi. We got home around 10 PM after being on the road since 5 AM.
The next day was the Fourth of July! We spent the morning cooking and getting everything ready for our American guests from Mombasa and other nearby areas. It was so much fun! The kids had planned some relay games and we split into teams. We had so much fun being with everyone! We even watched The Patriot on the projector in the living room. The next day most of our guests left before noon. It was a great opportunity to talk with different missionaries about life on the mission field. I know God has called me to serve Him in missions in some form or fashion, so it was so wonderful learning different things from these people who have dedicated their lives to serving God.
The rest of the day we cleaned up a little bit and did some things around the house. On Friday we began working on the things we needed to get ready for the second group to arrive. Saturday we spent the morning at the church. They finished up everything except the makuti on the building. Painting was finished, the framing was finished, and we even fixed up a few things in the main building. I enjoyed playing with the kids while the guys finished the poles on the building. We went to a new little place for lunch and it was delicious. We went back to the house and Brittany and Logan decided to go out for their anniversary. The rest of us watched a movie. Right before we started the movie, we realized that Logan and Brittany left the intern phone at the house. It was not funny then, but we can sit back and kind of laugh about how much we all freaked out a little that they were out in the middle of the city at dark with no phone. James went into super-protective mode until they returned safely. They enjoyed their time out alone where they could just spend time with one another. It's a big step to come all the way to another country with your fiancé to be an intern. During the summer we all made plans to attend their wedding in January.
Sunday morning was a great service. I got to teach Sunday School. I taught the kids about Moses and the Red Sea. I brought along a pan and filled it with water. I let the kids come up to see if they could blow enough water out of the way to make dry ground for the Israelites to cross the Red Sea. The kids had fun. They ran an extension cord all the way from Kleopas' house next door to power the keyboard and electric guitar. The congregation loved having the instruments in service! After church we went back to the house. We invited Margaret over to the house to teach her how to bake a cake. They do a lot of cooking in Kenya, but not a whole lot of baking. They usually just cook over an open fire or charcoal, so baking isn't usually an option. We taught Margaret about measuring and baking, but our cake didn't turn out as tasty as we would have hoped. We even showed Margaret how to jump on the trampoline for the first time. What a memory we made that day. We drove Margaret back to her house (by this time Logan had gotten pretty good at driving through town on the wrong side of the road) and saw some of the boys from the church as well hanging out down the street. After we returned to the house, we had our Sunday Night English service. It really is frustrating sometimes having to listen to all services in Swahili. I'm getting a lot better at picking out certain words and I can now figure out what the sermons are about, but it sure is nice to learn in English.


It was hard to fall asleep that night, and the rest of the nights after that.
I will write another blog about the second team's trip. There is so much that happened that this blog would go on and on. Tune in next time.
In Christ,
Ashley
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